"Someone's coming in!" The police officer pointed at the monitor.
In the surveillance footage, a man walked into the morgue and headed straight for the bed where the previously 'reanimated' corpse was placed.
This person must be suspicious - at least that's what all the officers thought.
In the subsequent footage, the man approached the bed with the corpse, turned his back to the camera, lifted the white sheet covering the body, and began fiddling with it.
"What's he doing?" one officer asked.
Since the man had his back to the camera the entire time, the officers couldn't make out exactly what he was doing.
"Who knows, but he's definitely up to no good."
Just as these words were spoken, the surveillance footage suddenly turned horrifying.
After the man finished whatever he was doing with the corpse and turned to leave, something shocking happened. The moment he turned away, the corpse that had been lying quietly on the bed suddenly sat up!
When the man who had entered the morgue realized the corpse behind him had 'reanimated,' he took off running, with the corpse chasing after him.
"Holy crap... what the hell is this? Is this really a reanimated corpse??"
"I'm starting to think this guy might be innocent now. Look at his reaction when he realizes the corpse is 'alive' - he's clearly terrified. This suggests he didn't know the corpse would 'reanimate' or that he hadn't tampered with it."
"Hmm... now that you mention it, I'm getting that feeling too. You don't think this could actually be a real reanimation, do you? His reaction seems pretty genuine."
"..."
The officers' perspectives were gradually shifting, and they were even beginning to wonder if this might be a genuine case of reanimation.
Chen Ke turned to Xu Mo with furrowed brows: "Have you noticed anything?"
"No," Xu Mo shook his head.
He still didn't believe in reanimated corpses.
But so far, Xu Mo hadn't found any leads or discoveries; he couldn't explain what he was seeing in the surveillance footage.
"Let's play it again, maybe we'll notice something we missed," Xu Mo requested another viewing.
After watching it again, Xu Mo still couldn't spot anything unusual.
Chen Ke and the other officers were in the same boat - they couldn't identify what was wrong.
With no other choice, they watched the footage yet again.
They also pulled up the surveillance footage from the morgue corridor and the first-floor hallway, reviewing each one.
This time, Xu Mo spotted something.
"There's something off here. The corpse only ever chases this one man, never changing targets, and have you noticed that the distance between the corpse and the man is always exactly about one meter - never more, never less? This remains constant from the morgue to the corridor outside, to the stairwell... even in the first-floor hallway. Their distance never varies. They don't look like pursuer and pursued - they're more like... a kite and its flyer."
As soon as Xu Mo pointed this out, everyone realized he was right.
"Yes, they maintain that one-meter distance throughout... Play the morgue footage again!"
An officer pointed at the surveillance footage on the screen: "Look, the man turns to leave at 11:26. When he first turns, the corpse hasn't moved yet. The corpse only 'reanimates' exactly when he's one meter away. He must be involved!"
"Flying a kite... I've got it! What if he tied ropes to both himself and the corpse, so when he got up, the corpse would follow him!" Chen Ke suddenly exclaimed.
His theory was supported by another officer.
"Yes, yes! That's why he was fiddling around in the morgue for so long - he must have been tying ropes to the corpse's limbs. The rope must be about a meter long, which explains why they maintain that constant distance. And that's why the 'reanimated' corpse only chases him and no one else - it's all because of the rope!"
Xu Mo added another observation.
"It can't just be ropes though. If the limbs were only tied with ropes, the corpse would have collapsed rather than running as we see in the video. This man must have done something else too, though we don't know exactly what."
Although they weren't sure exactly how the man had managed to make a corpse run after him, the officers were now certain that he was suspicious.
He hadn't come to the morgue to view a body - he'd come to steal one!
The chase by the 'reanimated' corpse was just an illusion he had created to make people think he wasn't stealing the body, but rather that the corpse had accidentally 'reanimated' and chased him out of the hospital.
"Who cares how he did it? We know he's behind this - let's arrest him. Once we interrogate him, we'll get all the answers!" one officer said.
Having realized the man was definitely involved, the officers didn't waste any time. They worked through the night, identifying the man's face from the surveillance footage to get his identity information, then used the skynet surveillance system to track his whereabouts.
It was now 1 AM, only an hour and a half since the incident.
The skynet system showed that the man was still at his home.
Without hesitation, the officers set out to arrest him.
Shadow Tower Apartments.
Building 3, Unit 604.
"Knock knock knock."
"Who is it?"
"Your food delivery is here."
"I didn't order any food. You've got the wrong address."
They had tried to trick him into opening the door, but when that didn't work, Xu Mo had to use his lock-picking skills. He pulled out a wire, inserted it into the keyhole, jiggled it around a bit, and had the door open in seconds.
Once the door was open, the officers rushed into the apartment and tackled the man inside.
Notably, there was also a corpse in the room - the same one that had 'reanimated' in the hospital.
Their suspicions had been correct; the man had stolen the corpse.
"Caught red-handed - the body's right here in his apartment. We definitely came to the right place," one officer said with a smile, pulling out his shiny handcuffs and placing them on the suspect.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
